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gltUeRhymes 
f^t  Little  Readers 


WilhelminaSeegmiller 


Illustrated  ByuK4iC* 
Ruth  Mary  Hal  lock 


Ra.nd,    McNally    and  Company 
Chicago-NewYork-London 


Copyright,  IQ03, 
By   Wiihelmina  Seegmiller 

Copyright,  IQIO, 
By   Wiihelmina   SeegnnUer 


®he  £laitb-^tcltaUn  Vve&a 


Chicago 


D-21 


HOW  far  reaching  are  the  changes  that  have  been  making  and 
are  making  in  educational  development!  Surely  "The 
thoughts  of  men  are  widened  with  the  progress  of  the  suns." 

Once  upon  a  time  the  single  leaf  was  a  popular  drawing  model 
in  the  drawing  lesson  planned  for  little  children.  With  attention 
concentrated  on  veins  and  venation,  great  were  the  difficulties  of 
elimination  required  for  artistic  rendering.  Next  followed  the  at 
that  time-astonishing  realization,  that  it  was  a  more  simple  matter 
to  draw  a  twig  with  a  number  of  leaves  in  relation.  In  the  natural 
course  of  events  came  the  understanding  that  a  tree  was  not  beyond 
the  limit  of  possibility  of  a  child's  comprehension  and  expression. 

At  last  came  the  study  of  the  tree  in  its  environment,  with  the 
beautiful  sky  above,  the  good  ground  beneath,  the  comradeship 
of  other  trees  near  and  far,  and  the  appreciation  of  the  season's 
atmosphere,  the  joyousness  of  spring,  the  full  verdure  of  summer, 
the  glory  of  autumn  or  the  enchanting  whiteness  of  winter,  to  give 
artistic  impu1se  to  expression.  So  to-day  the  first  painting  lesson 
in  a  primary  school  is  the  season's  landscape — the  nature  whole. 

The  History  of  Drawing  in  education  finds  its  parallel  in  the 
History  of  Reading. 


Introduction 

In  the  days  of  the  chalk  mark  on  the  floor,  when  it  was  con- 
sidered of  great  importance  that  a  child  actively  or  subconsciously 
keep  under  consideration  his  very  exact  location  on  terra  firma, 
the  letter  chart  was  hung  before  a  class  and  there  were  weary  hours 
of  learning  to  distinguish  characters,  the  only  really  interesting 
one  of  which,  perhaps,  was  "O." 

The  progress  from  the  letter  method  to  the  word  method, 
from  "A"  and  "X"  to  "cat"  and  "rat,"  was  truly  beneficent.  "Cat" 
and  "rat"  were  not  only  more  generous  to  the  eye,  but  carried  a 
suggestiveness  pleasing  to  the  mind. 

The  next  step  onward  was  the  presentation  of  the  sentence, 
a  great  advance  surely,  and  one  that  meant  much  increase  of  joy 
to  little  children. 

Now  at  last  behold  us  with  our  presentation  of  the  lesson  whole. 

In  drawing,  we  rounded  the  circle — leaf,  branch,  tree,  landscape, 
and  are  at  the  ending,  which  is  also  the  beginning.  In  reading,  we 
have  rounded  the  circle  also — letter,  word,  sentence,  literary  unit, 
and  are  at  the  ending,  which  forms  the  logical  beginning. 

The  past  few  years  have  seen  a  great  increase  of  rhyme  in  the 
matter  provided  for  children's  reading. 

Some  of  the  chief  reasons  for  the  increase  in  favor  of  the 
rhyme  are  the  assistance  of  rhyme  and  rhythm  in  the  presentations 
of  lesson  wholes,  and  also  the  directness  of  expression  made  possible 
by  the  form  of  versification. 

These  reasons  are  second  onlv  in  importance  to  one  other, 
the  delight  of  children  in  "lines  that  rhyming  go"  and  the  recogni- 
tion of  joy  as  a  great  creative  force. 

That  this  little  book  of  rhyming  memories  of  a  happy  child- 
hood may  find  an  echo  in  the  hearts  of  little  children  and  add  a 
little  to  their  happiness  in  the  acquiring  of  that  greatest  of  all  arts 
destined  to  create  for  them  again  and  yet  again  a  new  heaven  and 
a  new  earth — the  Art  of  Reading — is  the  hope  of  the  author. 

•    '  W.  S. 


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Introduction 

A  Good  Appetite 

See  Saw 

On  the  Beach 

A  Long  Road 

A  Spider  Web 

In  a  Minute 

Summer  Time 

Unequal     - 

Nine  Little  Kittens 

An  Anniversary 

Tales     - 

Dreams 

Go6d-bye 

What  I  Like 

A  Polka  Dot  Dress 

Where  We  Get  Our  Bread 

Old  Tales  Retold 

Great  Man      -  /   - 
The  Bird's  Song 
Seven  Little  Ghicks  - 
Prayers       -         -         -         - 


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The    Contents 

Page 
Mornings     ------------         3  - 

A  Circus       ------------         3- 

A  Mistake    ------------         38 

To  London  Town         __________         39 

Cookies       -  -         -         -         -         _______         40 

Hush!  Hush!  Hush!    -         -         -         -         -         -         -         -  -         41 

Early  in  the  Morning        --_______         42 

forgetfulness    -----------44 

Six  o'Clock         ___________         45 

A  Bonnet    ---------         .--46 

Ten  Fingers         -----------         47 

A  Wise  Man         -----------         48 

In  the  Rail-fence  Corners        --------         50 

Daisy,  Daisy        _■__•___-____         51 

Don't  You?  -----------         52 

A  Recipe     ------------53 

All  the  Year  Round  ---------54 

Dolly  Styles       -        ■_     "    __-_-_---         56 
The  Vanishing  Point  .__•-_____         57 

After  Tea    ------------58 

Lady  Bug     ------------         59 

A  Rough  Voyage         __________         6i 

The  New  Doll     -----------62 

The  Old  Doll     -----------63 

Pictures      ------------64 

Tell  Me,  Little  Paper  Cat!       --------         66 

Reflections         -----------67 

One  Day       ------------69 

Taking  Stock      -----------         70 

Little  Star  -----------  71 

Where  Do  the  Whitecaps  Go?  -------         73 

Why?   -------------  74 

I  Like  to  Grow  Both  Good  and  Wise        ------         75 

Some  Day     ------------76 

Justice  ------------         77 

Where  Away?     -----------79 

A  Conundrum       -----------         So 

Queries        ------------         Si 

If  -------------        s2 

A  Word  to  Teachers  ______---         85 


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T     HAVE  a  whole  menagerie, 

My  grandma   bought  for   me, 

And  when    I'm   very  hungry, 
I'll   eat   them  for  my  tea. 

And   first/  I'll   eat  the  elephant, 

he  tiger  and   the   hare, 
A^d   next   the   hippopotamus, 

And   then  the  grizzly  bear. 

And    if  I'm    hungry  still    I'll   try 
The  taste  of  cracker  Q-oose, 

Of  zebra,   camel,   fox,   and   lynx, 
Of  buffalo  and   moose. 

The   rabbit,   cat,    and  dog,   and   pig, 
And   horse    I'll   put  away; 

Yes,   these  domestic   animals 
I'll  eat  some  other  day. 


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,NE,  two,  three,  four,  five, 

I'm -just -as -sure -as-  I'm -alive, 
I    saw  five  crabs  all   backward   run, 


While   I    was  sitting  in  the  sun. 


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HIS  road  that  goes  right  by  our  door 
Keeps  on  a  hundred  miles  or  more. 

Sometimes  it's  just  a  country  trail, 
And  there's  a  squirrel  on  the  rail. 

Sometimes  it's  made  of  silver  sand, 
And   lined  with  trees  on  either  hand. 


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And  then  it's  paved  like  city  street, 
Where  all  the  housetops  almost  meet; 

And  men  and  boys  and  carts  and  drays 
Keep  filling  up  the  city's  ways. 

Sometimes  a  river  you  will  see, 
And  then  a  field  and  acorn  tree; 

And  there  are  troughs  where  horses  stop, 
And  laughing  waters  tinkling  drop, 

And  apple  ca»  .s  aW  loads  of  hay, 
And  barefoot  boys/  -and  girls  at  play< 


Some  day  when  I'm  a  "great  big  man, 
F 11  hitch  the  wagon  to  old   Fan, 


And  take  the  road  right  by  our  door, 
-  And  ride  a  hundred  miles  or  more. 


A  FILMY  web  a  spicier  spun, 
What  fun  ! 
On   a   morning-glory   vine, 

How  fine  ! 
From  flower  to  flower  he'd   fling 

A  silken   string, 
And  tie  it  taut  and  tight, 

Just   right. 
Back  and  forth    I    saw  him  go, 

To  and  fro, 
Up  and  downward  in  the   sun 

Run   and    run, 
Till  the   pretty  house  was  done, 

All  spun. 


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iABY,  dear  baby,  come  in  from  the 

yard, 
The  clock  in  the  steeple  strikes  two; 
You   said,  "In  a   minute,"  and  now   it 
^51  is  ten, 

And  mother  is  waiting  for   you. 


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IGH    up    the    old    gray 
garden  wall, 
The  morning-glories  climb, 
To    kiss    the    stately     holly- 
hocks, 
All   in  the  summer  time. 


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A      BOY   has  thirteen  pockets, 
*-       A   little   girl   has   none: 
I   think    I'd  like  to  be  a  boy, 

'Twould  be  just  lots  of  fun  ! 


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iNine  Little  Kittens 


N^INE   little   kittens   on   the  garden   gate; 
One  heard  a  dog  bark,  then  there  were  eight. 

Eight  little  kittens  looking  up  to  heaven  ; 

One  felt  some  raindrops,  then  there  were  seven. 

Seven  little  kittens  playing  funny 

tricks; 
One    lost   his   balance,  then    there 

were  six. 

w->>  Six    little    kittens,    my    sakes 

alive  ! 
One  saw  a  robin,  then    there 
were  five. 


[r^r  Five  little  kittens  —  Johnny  slammed  the  door, 

Hollered  "Scat!"  and  then,  I  guess,  there  were  only  four. 

Four  little  kittens  climbing-  up  a  tree; 

One  got  up  and  left  the  rest,  then  there  were  three. 

Three  little  kittens  said,  "Mew!   mew!  mew!" 
One  fell  asleep,   then  there  were  two. 


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Two  little  kittens  sitting  in  the  sun  ; 

Both   saw  the  milkman,  then  there  were  none. 


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izz !   bang!   whizz! 
Don't   you    know   what 
day  this  is  ? 
Fizz!    bang!    whizz!    pop! 
Hurrah    for  the    Fourth  ! 
and   hippity-hop! 


/^AUR    Betsy  Ann   she   tells  us  tales 
V-/     Of  dreadful,  dreadful   things, 
A   dog  with   eyes   like  saucers, 

And  a  cat  that   flies  on   wines ; 

A    dragon  fierce  and   fiery, 

And  a  fearful   octopus  — 
And  when   we  get  just  scared  to  death, 

Then   Betsy  laughs  at  us ! 


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Good  Bye 


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OOD-BYE,  good-bye  to  summer, 
The  leaves  are  tumbling  down  ; 

There's  not  a  wren  or  robin 
In  any  tree  in  town. 

The  hazelnuts  are  gathered 

And  stored  away  to  dry, 


You  cannot  find  a  bee   now 


Nor  any  butterfly. 
The  mornings  all  are  misty, 

The  flowers  are  curled  and  cold, 
The  earth  looks  brown  and .  wrinkled  - 
I   guess  it's  growing  old! 


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To  climb  into  the  lighthouse  high, 
And  see  the  ships  go  sailing  by. 

I  like  to  feel  the  strong  salt  breeze, 
To  hear  it  rustle  in  the  trees  ; 
I  like  the  nets  spread  in  the  sun, 
I  like  the  night  when  day  is  done. 

Just  what  I   like   I   cannot  tell, 
Because  I    like  it  all  so  well. 


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I .  —.»....  m. 


APoItanDot 
Dress 


T    WONDER  if  the 

tall   giraffe 
Gets   tired   of  wear- 
ing  spots  ; 

I   shouldn't  think   he'd 
always   like 
To    dress    in    polka 
dots  ! 


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HT^HE  farmer  reaps  the  golden  wheat, 

The  baker  makes  the  bread  to  eat, 
And  mother  spreads  the  slices  thick, 
And  then  we  eat  'em  very  quick  ! 


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A   S    I   was  going  to  St.  Ives, 
Upon   a  summer  day, 
I    met  a  man   with   seven  wives  — 
I   passed  him  on  the  way. 

Every  wife   had   seven   cats, 

Each    cat    had   kittens,  too ; 

For  full   a  mile    I'm    sure    I    heard 
Those  cats    and   kittens    meow. 


r  THINK    I'll  be  a  president, 
An   emperor  or  king; 
I'll   run   a  train   or  sail   a   boat, 
Or  do  some  finer  thing. 

I    haven't  quite   made   up   my  mind 
Just  which  of  these   I'll  be, 

And  if  papa  should  ask  me, 

I'd  say:   "You  wait  and  see!"  * 

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The  Bird's 
Song© 


^piIERE    was    a 

little   robin 

Sat    singing   in    a 

tree  ; 

From  early  morn  till 

dark   he  sang, 

'The    world    was 

made  for  me  ! " 


SEVEN  little  chicks  go 
Peep !  peep  !  peep  ! 
Hunting  where  the  grasses  grow, 
Deep,  deep,  deep. 

Then    the   mother   hen   calls, 
Cluck  !   cluck  !   cluck  ! 

Wishing  every  little   chick 
Luck,  luck,  luck. 


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I"  N   early  morn  when   I   awake, 

I   say,  "As  through  the  da)-   I    take 
My  way,  dear  Lord,  O  watch  and  keep 
A  little  child  till  time  to  sleep." 

And  then  at  night  when  prayers  are  said 
When  sleepy  children  go  to  bed, 
I  say,  "Dear  Lord,  guard  me  all  night, 
Until  the  dawn  of  morning  light." 


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I    HAVE  such  drowsy,   drowsy  eyes, 
-*■        I'm  sure   I'd   never,  never  rise, 
If  mamma  dear  should  go  away;  — 
I'd  sleep,  and  sleep,  and  sleep  all  day. 

But  in   the  morning,  with   a  kiss, 
She  wakes  me   up  like  this  and   this  ! 
And   opens  wide   each   eyelid   door, 
So   I'm   not   sleepy  any  more. 


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WE   played   to-day  at  circus, 
Our  tent   was  in  the  shed; 
With   meat  and   milk   and   sugar, 
The  animals  we  fed. 

Our    Maltese   was   the  tiger, 

Her  stripes  were   made  of  paint; 

She   clawed   and   scratched   and    snarled   so, 
She   made  a  lady  faint. 

Old   Towser  was  a  gray   wolf, 

We  put   him   in   a  cage; 
He  didn't  seem   to  like   it, 

For  he  howled  and  howled  with  rage. 

Our  ugly  boa  constrictors 

Were  monster  worms,  you  know ; 
They  wiggled,  squirmed,  and  twisted, 

Like  those  in   Barnum's  show. 

The  first  price  of  admission 

Was  two  pins  and  a  cent; 
And  then  we  made  it  two  pins, — 

Because  nobody  went. 

And  while  we  ate  our  dinners, 

The  animals  got  out; 
I    guess  our  papa  helped  them, — 

We  saw  his  tracks  about ! 


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OH,    boys  must    early  go   to 
bed, 
And  they  must  early  rise, 
For  then  they'll  always  health}'  be, 
And  wealthy  too,  and  wise. 

I  wish  the  proverb  man  had  said 
They  shouldn't  go  till  late, 

And  in   the   mornings  they  could 
sleep 
Till  quarter  after  eight. 


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/^"ANE  foot  up, 'the  other  foot   down, 
That  is  the  way  to  London  town 
Unless  you   ride  in   a  coach  and  pair, 
Or  travel  along  in  a  Sedan  chair. 


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Cookies 


/^vF  all   the  cookies  mother 
^— *       makes, 

The  kind   I    like  the  best 
Is   hollowed  in  the   middle,   like 

A  little  birdie's  nest. 


And  in   the  cookies'   center  go 

Egg  candies,   one,  two,   three  ! 

Oh,  that's   the  nicest  kind  of  cake 
For  little  boys  like  me  ! 


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!     f  ERE  we  sit  in  our  rocking-chairs 
*~    ■*      And  rock. 

And  rock, 

And  rock ; 
Here  we  sit  in  our  rocking-chairs 

And  watch  the  cuckoo  clock. 
Hush!  hush! 
Hush!  hush! 
For  now  'tis  nearly  noon  ! 
Hush!  hush! 
Hush!  hush! 
The  cuckoo  is  coming  soon 


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I   SAW  a  sign,  "Keep  off  the  grass, 
Off  the  grass,  off  the  grass," 
I   saw  a  sign,   "Keep  off  the  grass," 
Early  in  the  morning. 

But  the  birds  they  didn't  care, 

Didn't  care,  didn't  care, 
But  the  birds  they  didn't  care, 

Early  in  the  morning. 

And  the  dogs  they  ran  about, 

Ran  about,  ran  about, 
And  the  dogs  they  ran  about, 

Early  in  the  morning. 
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So  I  said,  "I   won't  keep  off, 

Won't  keep  off,  won't  keep  off," 

So  I  said,  "I  won't  keep  off,'' 
Early  in  the  morning. 

A  big  policeman  came  my  way, 
Came  my  way,   came  my  way, 

A  big  policeman  came  my  way, 
Early  in  the  morning. 

I  think  it  best  to  mind  a  rule, 
Mind  a  rule,  mind  a  rule, 

I  think  it  best  to  mind  a  rule, 
Early  in  the  morning. 


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npWLNKLE,  twinkle,  little  star, 
I   don't  wonder  what  you  are, 
'Cause  my  mamma  told   me  when 
All  the  sun  is  gone — why,  then  — 
I  don't  'member  what  she  said, — 
And   I    guess  it's  time  for  bed. 


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FT'S  six  o'clock, 

It's  six  o'clock ; 
I've  wakened  up  too  soon, 
I've    caught    the    twinkling   stars 

awake, 
And  there's  the  silver  moon  ! 


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jT'VE  a  cunning  little  bonnet, 

With   a  wreath   of  flowers   on   it, 
First  a   rose  and   then   a  poppy, 
Then   a   poppy  and   a   rose. 

When    I   dress  my  doll   up  in   it, 
Tie  the  strings  in  front  and  pin  it, 
She's  as  fine  as  any   poppy, 
She's  as  sweet  as  any  rose. 


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U..I    IHI      ITHIHIH"    mi    n»<m»,i -    V-J 


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•Ten  • 


Fingers 


"  T^EN    fingers   make    a   water   trough, 

Where   little  calves   may  drink ; 

And  then   they  make 

ten  pretty  trees, 

And  then 

a  fence, 


think. 


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"Oh,  tell  me,  Mr.  Wise  Man, 
What  is  it  you  can  do? 

What  wondrous  deed  and  mighty 
May  I   expect  from  you?" 

Twas  thus  I   him  accosted, 

And  looked  to  hear  a  plan  ; 

And  what  think  you  he  answered? 
" I   can  !      I   can !      I   can ! " 

"Oh,  yes,  dear   Mr.  Wise    Man, 
I'm  sure  you're  very  great. 

Of  all  your  power  wondrous, 

I   pray  you   something  state." 

I    watched   him   down   the   hillside 
To  where  the   brooklet   ran, 

And  turning  there,  he  called  to  me, 
"I   can!      I   can!      I    can!" 


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FN    the   rail-fence   corners, 
In  the  sunny,  happy  May 

Mowers  get  together 

To  pass  the  time  o'  clay. 


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F^AISY,  daisy,  tell  to  me, 
*~-^      When   I'm  grown  what  shall   I   be? 
Rich  man,   poor  man,  beggar  man,  —  thief  f 
Oh,  that  passes  all  belief! 

Daisy,  daisy,   I'll   be  good, 
Just  as  every  grown-up  should, 
Always  do  the  thing  I   ought! 
I  will  —  sometimes  —  like  as  not! 


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T   LIKE  to  blow  the  bubbles  light. 

And   watch   them  floating  out  of  sight; 
To  see  them,   red  and  gold  and  blue, 
And  then   to  see  them  burst,— don't  you? 


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I     TAKE   a   little   sand,   you  see, 
*-        I   stir   it   with   a   stick ; 
I   bring  a   little  water, 

And   I    mix   it   very  thick. 

I   pour   it   in   a   can   top, 

And   set   it   in   the   sun  ; 

And   when    I    want  to   use   it, 

Why   then  ,my   pie'll   be   done. 
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mczzxitimfait'czrr"  ,     .  . 


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In  summer  to  the   sea   I   go, 

With  shovel  and  with   pails, 

To  di£  for  shells  within   the  sand, 
And  watch  the  flying  sails. 

When  autumn  comes   I    rake  the  leaves 

To  make  a  bonfire    high, 
So   I   can  watch  the   ragged  smoke 

Go  trailing  to  the  sky. 

When  winter  winds  are   loud  and   strong, 
And   fields  are  white  with   snow, 

I   get  my  dog  and  sled  and   play 
That   I'm  an    Esquimau. 


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Dolly  Styles 

POME  dolls  wear  their  hair  brushed  flat, 

Some   wear   a  pompadour; 
Some  like   their  hair   put    up  behind, 

And    some   put   up  before. 


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i   WOULDN'T  walk  upon  the  bridge, 
-i-        I    wouldn't,    no,    not    I  ; 
I'm   sure   I've  quite   made  up  my  mind, — 
And  shall   I    tell  you   why? 

I   saw  a   man   begin   to  walk 

Across  the  bridge  to-day, 
And  all   the  while  he  smaller  grew, 

In  such  a  funny  way. 

I   watched  him  till  he  grew  so  small, — 

And  then  just  disappear! 
I'm  not  a-going  to  try,   no,   sir! 

It   must  feel   very  queer! 

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TADY  bug-,   lady  bug, 
How  do  you  do? 
Lady  bug,   lady   bug, 
Fly  away  —  shoo! 

Your  six  little  children 

Are   sleeping  so   snug; 
You'd  better  go  home  now, 


Bad  little  bug! 


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f^HE   moon  is  a  beautiful  golden  boat, 
Its   horn  is  a  sweeping   prow, 
And   a   little    star   with   a  twinkling   light 
Goes  sailing   with   it   now 

They   sail   on  a  sea  as   smooth   as   glass, 

When   sudden  a   foaming   wave 
Swallows   the    moon    and  the   wee   star's   light; 

But   the  two  sky   boats  are   brave, 

And    safely   they   ride   the   billows   through 
To   steer   in   the  calm   once   more 

See,  the  moon  and  the  star  with  its  twinkling  light 
Sail  onward  as   before 


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HER  glass  eyes  are   very   blue 
When   she  smiles   and  looks  at  you, 
And   her  hair  is  golden   bright, 
It   is   always  curled   up  tight  — 
Annabel. 

She  can  open   wide   her  eyes, 
And   she  says  "  Mamma,"  and   cries. 
Folks  admire   her  rosy  face, 
And   her  dress   is  trimmed   with   lace  — 
Annabel. 

When    I   take  her  out  to  call, 
She   is  quite   the  grandest   doll. 
With   her  cloak   all   trimmed   with    fur, 
I   am   very  proud   of  her — 
Annabel. 


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HER  black  eyes  are  made  of  beads, 
But  they're  all  the  eyes  she   needs, 
And   she   has   no  hair  at  all, 
For  she's  just  an   old   rag  doll  — 
Lucy   May. 

Her  best  dress   is  very  plain, 
She's  been  left  out  in   the  rain, 
And   her  age    I    mustn't  tell, 
Though    I    know  it  very  well  — 
Lucy    May. 

But    I   love  this  doll  the  best, 
Better  far  than  all  the  rest, 
And   I   hug  her  very  tight, 
And   I   love  her  day  and  night — 
Lucy  May. 


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T"F    I    were   an  artist, 

I   surely   should  draw 

The  strangest  of  things 
That  you  ever  saw. 

A   hunter  in  chase 

Of  little  brown   hares, 
Icebergs,  with  plenty 

Of   big   polar  bears. 

A   sea   with  great   sails 

All    spread   in  a   breeze, 

A  boy  wading  in 

Way   up   to  his   knees. 


A  peacock  so  grand 

And  proud  of  his  train, 
And  fields  upon  fields 

Of  gold  waving  grain. 

If  I   were  an   artist 

I   surely  should  draw 

The  strangest  of  things 
That  you  ever  saw. 


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I  AELL  me,  little  paper  cat, 

What  you  sit  there  looking  at? 
There's  no  cause  to  feel  alarm, 
Paper  dogs  can  do  no  harm ! 
Surely  you   can  fear  no   noise 
From   a   row  of  paper  boys, 
Or  from   little   paper  girls 
With  their  hair  in  paper  curls! 
Thev  can't  even  call  out,  "Scat!" 


Look  more  pleasant,  paper  cat ! 

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And  alders  by  the  brook. 
When  they  stand  upon  their  heads 
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^ANE  day  I  went  walking, 

And  what  did    I   see? 
A  butterfly  chasing 


A  bis:  bumblebee 


When  tired  of  tagging, 

They  played  hide  and  seek, 
And  like  little  children, 

Played  peek-a-boo,  peek! 


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Stock 

A   /TY    pocket's    pretty    full 

to-night, 
Here's   string   enough    to    fly 

a  kite, 
A   top   that   brother  gave    to 

me, 
A    whistle    from    the    willow 

tree, 
A  knife  with  blades  all  whole 

but  one, 
A  hickory  nut,  a  rubber  gun, 
A   jewsharp    and    a    covered 

ball, 
Some    ginger    cake,    and  — / 

guess  that's  all ! 


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T    ITTLE  star,  little  star, 

Shining  in  the  sky  afar, 
First  star  of  all  the  night, 
First  to  show  your  little  light, 
Tell  me  why  you  come  so  soon ; 
Where's  the  silver  lady  moon? 
Tell  me,   too,  dear  little  star, 
Where  your  thousand  brothers  are. 
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T    SEE  the  whitecapped  waves  at   play 

On  sandy  shores  from  day  to  day, 
When  winds  blow  loud  and  full  of  glee 
Across  the  salt  and  shining  sea. 

But  when  the  winds  are  whispering  low, 
I   wonder  where  the  whitecaps  go? 
Have  they,  perhaps,   a  slumberland 
Upon  some  far  and  gleaming  strand? 

And  are  the  soft  and   sleepy  sighs 
We  sometimes  hear,   their  lullabies? 
On  days  like  this  when  the  winds  lie  low, 
I   wonder  where  the  whitecaps  go? 


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Why? 

SpHE  fishes  like  the  wet, 
The  birdies  like  the  dry; 
Why  all  these  things   are  thus 
and  so, 
I   prithee  tell  me  why ! 


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I  Like  to  Grow  Both  • 
Good  and  Wise 

I    LIKE  to  grow  both  good  and 

wise, 
I  like  small  cakes  and  saucer  pies  ; 
I   like  big  buns  with   raisins  thick, 
I    like   to  have   things  when    I'm 


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r  N   foreign   lands  the  jungle  bears 
■*■       Eat  little  boys,  'tis  said, 
But  here  the  boys  eat  little  bears- 
From  candy  tail  to  head  ! 


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/^^\H,  where  away,  oh,  where  away 

Have  gone  the  days  of  Summer? 
There's  not  a  head  of  clover  now, 
And  scarce  a  lazy  hummer. 

Oh,  where  away,  oh,  where  away 
Has  gone  the  Summer's  glory? 

The  purple  aster  stands  alone, 

And  the  fields  with  frost  are  hoary. 

Oh,  where  away,  oh,  where  away 

Have  gone  the  wren  and  kildee? 

Their  nests  hang  empty  in  the  hedge  — 
In  ash  and  elm  and   fir  tree. 

So  silently  did  Autumn's  train 

Sweep  o'er  the  paths  of  Summer, 

I    heeded   not  her  parting  steps, 
Nor  greeted   the   newcomer. 

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OW  do  the  sparrows  warm 
their  toes 
In  the  frosty  air? 
When   starry  snow  comes  tumbling, 
Do  all  the  snowbirds  care? 

Where  do  all  the  flowers  go 

When   snow  is  on   the   hills? 
What  do  all  the  fishes  do 

In  the  icy  rills? 


T  F   I   knew  a  story 

A  story  I'd  tell  — 
I  just  can't  remember 

The  things  that  befell 

The  prince  and   the    princess 
Who  live  in  the  books, 

The  ladies  in  waiting, 

The  clowns  and  the   cooks. 


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THE  Land  of  Poesy  is  a  land  of  delight  in  which  children  are 
happy  to  wander.  Into  this  land  the  mothers  lead  the  way. 
Do  not  all  mothers  sing  lullabies  to  restless  babies?  They  play 
'Pat-a-Cake,"  "Dance  to  your  Daddie,"  and  "Ride  a  Cock  Horse," 
responding  over  and  over  to  the  children's  "Again!" 

The  cares  of  the  world,  or  blindness  to  the  charm  of  the  spread- 
ing paths,  make  many  mothers  too  early  cease  their  journeying, 
and  blessed  are  the  children  whose  teachers  are  travelers  in  this 
land  and  who  say,  "Come  also." 

This  little  book  has  been  prepared  with  the  hope  that  it  may 
be  a  welcome  addition  to  the  store  of  rhymes  of  childhood.  The 
themes  of  the  verses  are  experiences  universal  in  their  appeal. 
They  tell  of  games  that  children  love  to  play;  of  relationship 
Purpose  °f  father,  mother,  sister,  and  brother;  of  companion- 
of  the  ship  with  dogs,  cats,  birds,  bees,  butterflies,  and  flowers ; 
Book  Qf  changing  seasons ;  of  day  and  night.  Some  are  touched 
with  fun;  others  lead  into  the  realm  of  fancy;  all  are  simple. 
Each  story  told  in  verse  is  told  also  in  picture. 

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A   Word    to    Teachers 

This  book  may  be  used  for  supplementary  reading  in  any  one 
of  the  first  three  primary  grades.  The  little  folks  of  the  first  year 
may  read  it  with  their  teachers  after  the  manner  in  which  children 
The  Use  read  story  books  with  their  mothers.  The  children  can 
of  the  read  the  pictures  and  also  read  into  the  pictures.  As  the 
Book  teacher  reads  the  rhymes  they  will  catch  the  rhythm. 
Each  child  can  run  a  pointing  finger  along  the  line  as  the  teacher 
reads.  Some  of  the  words  will  separate  themselves,  grow  familiar, 
and  become  a  part  of  the  child's  vocabulary. 

In  the  second  grade  the  children  can  read  the  rhymes  with 
more  readiness,  and  all  the  words  of  the  rhymes  should  become 
familiar  to  them. 

For  third-grade  children  the  rhymes  will  be  easy  reading. 

Teachers  will  be  able  to  employ  many  means  of  adding  interest 
and  enjoyment  to  the  reading  of  the  rhymes.  Children  enjoy  sing- 
ing rhymes.  There  are  old-time  melodies  that  lend  themselves 
Music  to  the  singing  of  some  of  the  rhymes.  The  air  of  "Here 
for  the  We  Go  Round  the  Bramble  Bush"  will  answer  for 
Rhymes  "Early  in  the  Morning."  With  a  slight  transposition 
"Mornings,"  "Cookies,"  "Where  We  Get  Our  Bread,"  and  "Ten 
Fingers,"  will  also  suit  the  same  air. 

TEN  FINGERS 

Ten  fingers  make  a  water  trough, 

A  water  trough,  a  water  trough, 
Ten  fingers  make  a  water  trough 

Where  little  calves  come  drinking. 

Then  they  make  ten  pretty  trees, 

Ten  pretty  trees,  ten  pretty  trees, 
Then  they  make  ten  pretty  trees, 

And  then  a  fence  I'm  thinking1. 


A   Word    to    Teachers 


The  children  will  be  happy  to  make  illustrations  for  the  parts 
of  the  stories  not  illustrated.     They  would  also  like  to  make  story 
pictures  for  what  "happened    next."     For  "Some  Day"  the  illus- 
trator has   made   a  picture   showing  the  little    girl   who 

x  "?"        went  walking.      Children   might  make  a  picture  to  show 
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the  old  man  who  went  walking.  For  "See  Saw"  they 
might  show  when  the  other  end  of  the  teeter  goes  up.  For  "On 
the  Beach"  they  might  draw  other  things  beside  crabs  that  the 
little  girl  saw  by  the  seashore.  "A  Long  Road"  suggests  a  great 
many  pictures.  There  are  two  pictures  missing  in  "Where  We 
Get  Our  Bread."  Pictures  might  tell  what  the  little  girls  in  "Hush! 
Hush!  Hush!"  did  after  the  cuckoo  came,  and  what  the  baby  in 
"In  a  Minute"  did  when  she  went  to  her  mamma.  The  spider 
web  might  be  drawn  with  rhythmic  motion  as  the  children  repeated 
"A  Spider  Web."  The  spider  web  lines  should  keep  time  to  the 
beats  of  the  measure  of  the  rhyme. 

Very  few  and  simple  stage  properties  would  be  needed  to 
play  many  of  the  rhymes.  The  children  and  teacher  could 
easily   provide    for  "Dolly  Styles,"    "A  Recipe,"    "Don't  You?," 

and  others.  Rhymes  like  "To  London  Town"  and 
.    .  "Unequal"   require    no    properties.        For   "Lady    Bug" 

the  imagination  can  supply  the  lady  bug.  The  acting 
of  the  rhymes  will  be  a  great  help  in  obtaining  good  expression 
in  the  reading. 


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